Made it safe and sound back to Chiang Mai.
*Insert angel chorus here*
May I just state for the record that I really, seriously, desperately, hate flying.
Whenever I tell people this, they automatically assume that I am afraid of heights or afraid of crashing. I have no fear. I mean really, I feel like dying in an airplane crash would be creeping towards the top of my "best way to go" list. It's dramatic, adrenaline filled, and a hell of a day for the coroner.
I fucking hate flying because I am stuck next to fuckwits for hours on end with no other source of entertainment.
The first flight from Sapporo was pretty empty, so I managed to avoid the awkward neighbours drooling on my shoulder by stealing myself a solo row. My flight from Bangkok to Chiang Mai... Not so much.
As we took off from the runway I saw the man sitting in the row beside me (we were both in aisle seats) start to shake. I dismissed this as a simple first time flier and figured as soon as we were comfortably in the air he would calm down. I was wrong. Oh lord I was so wrong.
Before the seat belt sign was off, there was vomit. So so much vomit. He was shaking and spraying as the rest of the passengers scrambled to rip open their own vomit bags and pass them down in some sort of vain attempt to salvage the mess that was already made. A few of us needed to use the bags ourselves, because the best way to induce vomiting in a healthy person is making them watch someone else vomit.
Now I do feel sorry for the guy, despite ruining a few hours of my life and leaving me with some sort of PTSD, at the same time there needs to be recognition for this man. Non stop projectile vomiting for over an hour!? How does one even have that much inside their stomach to achieve this fete?
Colour me impressed, and colour me traumatised.
All in all though, I'm just happy to be back in my warm Chiang Mai.
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